The Billionaire's Unexpected Wife

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f my cab, I frowned and leaned back against the plush leather seat b

trip had barely

function, maybe. But with Dad flying out halfway across the world with wife number-what was he on, four?-I had no choice but to turn out to this stupid fuc

ne's focus, everyone's

had no choice but to be here, I made sure every little detail was perfect. Good scotch, comfortable seat, and no rush to bundle myself through security before I

oice in whether to come here, but I couldn't think of much worse in the world than pulling on that tuxedo I'd had laundered and sent ahead to the hotel and acting as the face of the company for a few hours. T

trips than I had to, and I was looking forward to relaxing a little before I had to get ready to head out to this gala thing. My

The cab driver eye

have been better if I didn't ha

"The hotel you're staying at, I thin

if they had to do what I did to get ther

safe when it came to talking back to a random Vegas cab driver, but the reflex was there, and it had served me well over the years. Don't be a jerk wa

y bags. They must have recognized my name when I was making the booking

autiful woman with a s

I nodded and offer

key with my room number on it. She had perfectly straightened blond hair and a suit that looked as though it was star

nodded. "A

and prepared for you," she replied,

I need a swim before I

hope you enjoy your stay here, Mr. Balaban. And if there is

y bag from the bellboy and headed

y I could fly under the radar when on business. That would be a fucking miracle. It was

find out who you are, I reminded myself as I arrived at my room to drop off m

Best thing was, I could pass it off as networking when I took their numbers for next time I was in town. Now that I was runni